Jessica Elba & ME

Jessica Elba. Prologue –
It’s in the future, by now she’s divorced, and I, a doctor with a clinic so I’m wearing a suit, a good suit. I see her at a hotel lobby, I came over a table where she is sitting alone, she is still beautiful, and I intrudes myself, we start to talk, I admit being an old fan and say she probably thinks I’m a nerd, with the right ton to make her laugh, she has a great laugh. We start to talk and next thing me now she gives me her number and say she has to go to pick her kid from the pool or she won’t be able to find him until diner…

I call her the next day, we talk and laugh and somehow we make diner plans at my suite, I make sure the place is perfect before she gets there. when I answer the door o say hay, I just stop mid-sentence, she looks like an angel, she looks at me with a smile that tells me it’s exactly the response she wanted, dresses in a long black strapless dress that has a gash from the side of her thigh to the end of it, she walks in and asks if there is any wine, I say to her “which colure?”
THE STORY:
she answer’s “to guess”, I bring her a red wine from the 1995 and say ” I think it will be a good one since that was the year I first saw her show (dark angel) she laughs, the night moves so fast with wine and talk and laughter and then we find ourselves on the sofa as she looks at the view out the window , I, vary gently, touch her face with the tip of my fingers, from her cheek to her chin and she open her mouth just a little, she looks at me with her big eyes and I go in for the kiss, it’s gentle at first, but after a few seconds I find myself sitting with her on top of me and the kissing isn’t gentle any more, its full of passion, like I just woke up a sleeping tiger and it was angry… eating me from the head down.

her hands are on my neck, in my hair, slowly entering my buttoned shirt, while I massage her back through her dress, I slowly begin to kiss her neck, concentrate my effort on the zone between her neck and shoulder, she gives a shudder, I start to descend towards her breasts, she begins to moan silently, her hands on the back of my head, raveling my hair, I can hear her breath quicken, and I slowly reveal the two globes that I had dreamed of more than once, and then maybe because I was a little buzzed by the wine I said with a smile, looking right at her eyes, “they’re bigger then on TV”,
she laughs with a smile and reply, “childbirth has its advantages”, to which I reply – “definitely!” and begin to kiss, lick, massage and bite every inch of them, starting on the outskirts of one ,with her moaning like a music box, the nipples which I suck like a starved baby.
Her sighs, some high some low, make me only wilder.